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Topic: The tale of the breast (Read 9156 times)

So, my friends want to know what my surgery is tomorrow, no secrets amongst friends, I will tell that tale.

Every year I attend that thing that squishes the human boobs to something that is flatter than a pancake, smiling. Men if you want to even go there, picture yourselves being squished, in that part that may be similar in shape to the breast of a woman, are you cringing yet? Better start to cringe, this is an evil thing :evil: :-P, but oh so necessary, smiling. Thankin' my lucky stars above that my boobs are not enormous, not too much to squish flat, smiling.

Anyways, something showed up, nothing of any real concern, but something that needed to be checked out. The appointment at the hospital was made, they froze my breast and inserted a plunger in it (along with a camera to find the spot, wish some kind of ultrasound apparatus, no clue what they do in there, but I bet it is fun, think they are all saditst) to plunger out some flesh, ouch!!! Even though the boob was frozen, I could feel the pressure, no pain. OK, OK, so here I am ramblin', you know me, you shouldn't have asked, I now need to write a book to get my point across, eeeks!!!....I went home, expecting some uncomfortableness, the woman told me that I would feel like someone punched me in the chest. When the freezing went out, I was expecting this punch feeling, but I never thought it would be the punch of the Jolly Green Giant, hurt for days, and the pain was like from the inside out, not the inside in, go figure that.

Things going well in my life, feeling good, the doctor had told me a few days later that the biopsy thing was OK, there was some minor crystalization, but that was nothing bad. BUT....I still needed to see the "other" specialist, that appointment was made and attended. This "other" specialist told me that the results of the biopsy we benign for breast cancer. What he did not like was that within the biopsied part there was no crystals. Guess if it was normal tissue there would have been some crystals in there as well.

He wanted me to go to the breast surgeon to get things better checked out. Now get this, this is the weird part.

I have to go to the hospital and with an x-ray machine of some sort they have to place metal pin in my boob so the surgeon knows where the hunk'o'flesh is that he needs to remove, which will be awhile after the insertion of the pin, so figure that one. No clue why they can't do that immediately after the insertion. Oh well. Guess they know what they are doing. So, evidently this piece'o'boob that they are going to remove is about the size of a golf ball, now seriously, I wish that I did have bigger boobs. In response to a query that I gave to the surgeon, he told me that the incision will be small, the hunk of flesh removed will be about the size of a golf ball, it will not alter the shape of the boob, good, that would be a bummer, an incision I can deal with, cool, I have a couple of those already for different surgeries and that doesn't bug me.

The surgeon told me that I would have to have someone pick me up, I would not be in much shape for driving, guess I should listen -- something that I don't do well -- I really don't like people telling me what to do, smiling.

I imagine that I am going to be kind of wonky for that day, which is tomorrow. And I imagine there is going to be a fair degree of after-pain as well. THerefore, no clue where I will be at. I know that I am emotionally just fine, tough ol'cookie that I am. If I need some emotional help, well, the best man in the world, the love of my life, is only a breath away, this man is my Husband.

So, friends, that is my tale, it is an intricate one, that took a long time for you to read, I apologize, but you know me, that ramblin' gal. Have a most wonderful and awesome day, life, love this life and be grateful, great health. Cindi

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good luck cindi. better safe than sorry! at our age....who needs 'em anyway :evil: at least who needs them equal???

let us know. and do have someone drive you. that way you can take the good drugs and kick back.

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Cindi, my dear one, I wish you and your breast a most healthy and speedy recovery. All us guys with wives know about breast smooshing, our wives have to get that done every year, and we have to hear about it, every year, how the breasts were smooshed and fondled with, in a medical way of course, of course no one can fondle our wives breasts but us, or they are in deep trouble!

Cindi my friend, I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. Even when it turns out to be nothing its all the stress and worry of not knowing that drives us nuts.Reading your description I honestly cringed and curled into that protective position, kind of like that thing that guys do when you talk about someone doing something to their man parts.

No joy there huh? I hate when when doctors have to fool with those parts.I had to have a suspicious mole removed from my breast a couple of years ago and there I am laying on the table with my gown open, one of the girls exposed and who do you think the nurse is assisting the doctor?The PTA mom from my kids school, you know the ones that run everything and always smile at you condescendingly and say oh how lovely when you drop off something for the bake table. I wanted to run away...

Anyway, I hope your surgery goes very smoothly, make sure you take the meds and take it easy. I'll be thinking of you.

Reading your description I honestly cringed and curled into that protective position, kind of like that thing that guys do when you talk about someone doing something to their man parts.

Natalie, this particular comment certainly made my day, made me laugh that inward, secret smile. I know that position, smiling....

Kathy, I think that you are right, once the babies are done sucking the livin' daylights out of them, what good are they anyway, smiling.....now that brought that smile to my face again. I get a kick out of the things that you say, and yep, yep, Ken will pick me up when I call him and give him the word, I need and want those good drugs for sure, gotta like them eh? :-\ ;) :)

Thank you all for your kind words. Annette, you know me....I am that grateful woman, grateful for so many things -- and having each and every one of you that I know love and care for me, well, could I say any more? I am for surely even more grateful for that.

JP, you are still that pretty funnnnneeee dude, and you know that I get a kick out of the things you say, you maka me laugh. Takin' it easy tonight. We got just got home from that five hour drive to see our Daughters, Theirs, and the Grandsons. Think we have a groovey movie to watch.....

Life is good. Have that great and most wonderful day, love our life we are all livin', and sharin', through our great cyber of space. Health. Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service

I dont know if you'll see this before you go to the Doc, but, good luck...I bet its not gonna be too bad! Tell the doc that you want hydrocodone, Valiums, and doritos...It really is the way to cope :) You wanna know something that I didnt tell anybody here about my belly button deal?..Ok....I'll tell you....The surgeon who fixed my hernia was a breast doctor too! And, the first time I went there they called my name from the breast center door...I told the nurse that I think theres been a mistake made somewhere as theres nothing wrong with any of my boobs...She took me in anyways and told me I was in the right place..She also said that if it made me any happier I could go try out the boob masher! (mine are bigger now that they were 10 years ago!)Well,...Lookin forward to see how you do...So, I guess you get "Happy Juice" too! How lucky can you get!? We'll talk to you soon!

Oh John, as so many times before, you have brought that great smile to my face, made me laugh aloud, and well....plain and simply, I get such as kick out of the things that you say. You have that very, very special quality of being down-to-earth -- never lose that, it is extremely special (and you must not grow bigger boobs!!!) All will be well. Have a most wonderful and awesome day, life and health, peace. Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service

Cindi, I'm not trying to barge in on your personal story - but it's mine, too. I'm going on Wednesday for the exact same procedure (well, the first part, the biopsy, I don't know if it's benign or not, but they said 80-90% of them are). I'm blown away to see you're having the same type of issues at the same time! They're going to leave the little metal thingy in there at the same time. I'll know results by Monday.

And guys? If you had to do what we have to do they would revolutionize the mammogram in a heartbeat!

i wish you well also. keep us informed as you wish. we all dread it, but informed is better than not..... :(

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Ann, weird eh? I am wondering how long they leave that little pin in the boober. They phoned last night and told me to come in at 9:00 instead of 7:30, guess something came up that delayed my procedure for a while. You take care, things will be alright. Have a great, most wonderful day, and life and health. Cindi

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold. The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee. Robert Service

Ow ow ow...I'll pray for you too. Sounds very painful, not that you need me to remind you....

Johnny...I've seen the pictures. I think the breast surgeon was just mistaken and thought one of your boobs had slipped down onto your stomach!! "Hernia surgery?? I thought this guy was in for a mastectomy!" :-D

Ann, weird eh? I am wondering how long they leave that little pin in the boober. They phoned last night and told me to come in at 9:00 instead of 7:30, guess something came up that delayed my procedure for a while. You take care, things will be alright. Have a great, most wonderful day, and life and health. Cindi

Cindi, they told me that pin stays in, it's a marker for future mammograms. They said it wouldn't be a problem at airports (like I care, I never fly anywhere). Whatever they need to do, just do it.

And Jerry, that sounds great (breast radar) but it isn't anywhere yet.